It was noon, and the warm sunshine and gentle breeze, mixed with the scents of various goods sold at the pigeon market, stimulated Zheng Ya's sense of smell and nerves. Wen Liang stood there, stunned and unaware.
This parallel world is neither Earth's history nor the world of a TV series.
The characters and the realities of the country, or even the world situation, are similar to the plot and history, but they don't prove anything.
Just as the starry sky is boundless and full of countless possibilities, planets vary in size and texture, but their shapes and modes of operation are similar. Who can explain the relationships and similarities and differences between planets?
Perhaps even immortals and great beings cannot explain it?
Just like the mixed atmosphere of the pigeon market, the ancient buildings and the simple people exude the enthusiasm proclaimed by the red wall slogans.
It exudes a strong sense of the times and radiates a positive, energetic vigor.
But it didn't help Zheng Ya adapt much. He always felt it was unreal, immersed between fantasy and reality, pondering whether or not to enter the red-walled, green-tiled courtyard to track down the murderer.
Going in might alert the enemy?
If we don't go in and investigate the murderer, the murderer might disappear?
"Boy, what are you looking at here for?" A shout interrupted Zheng Ya's thoughts. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man walking out of the courtyard gate. The man had sharp ears and a monkey-like face and was glaring at him. He didn't look like a kind person.
These days, kind people are all amiable and approachable, speaking with a smile and treating others with warmth.
This middle-aged man was wearing a Zhongshan suit, black leather shoes, and holding a broom. His traitorous hairstyle and incongruous appearance made him look awkward and unlike a good person.
Strange sounds echoed from underground: "Beep beep, tap."
Accompanied by the peculiar rhythm of the sound, Zheng Ya's attention was drawn. He extended his perception by combining the three supernatural abilities of planning time and space, and the supernatural space presented a virtual map of the lower space.
In the virtual image, there are eight adults in thermal imaging: three are sitting and busy writing or working, two are lying down and resting, and three are walking around.
No, this is a telegram being sent. Could it be enemy agents?
Zheng Ya instantly recognized them. Their identities matched the fierce-looking man with pointed ears and a monkey-like face before him, further solidifying his judgment. He smiled and said, "Ah, I was thinking about something. Sorry to bother you. I'll be going now..."
"Wait, are you coming inside with me?" The middle-aged man put his right hand in his pocket, held the Browning pistol in his pocket, and threatened Zheng Ya.
Sending messages at noon is safer.
Because this time period coincides with the end of the workday and mealtime, almost everyone goes home for dinner except for those in special positions performing tasks or on duty. Therefore, sending a message at this time is the safest option.
Zheng Ya's appearance is that of a secret agent, an undercover police officer, who is keeping watch on him.
Zheng Ya sensed the murderous intent emanating from the middle-aged man holding the gun. His heart rate spiked to over 100, and he felt a sense of impending death. His scalp tingled, and he forced a smile, saying, "This, this isn't necessary, is it?"
Uncle, are you misunderstanding something...?
"Kid, are you sure you don't want to come inside?" The middle-aged man's murderous intent surged. Without another word, Zheng Ya sensed the man's finger trembling violently as he pulled the trigger, fearing he would fire. He swallowed hard and approached the man, saying, "Uncle, you're scaring me. I'll come inside. Don't scare me..."
"Stop talking nonsense and get going!" the middle-aged man shouted at him as he entered the courtyard, glancing around to look for any dangerous targets on the street.
Are you worried that Zheng Ya might have accomplices supporting him?
Around the courtyard houses near the pigeon market, apart from a few people returning home from get off work, I didn't see a single unfamiliar face.
This relieved the middle-aged man, who withdrew his right hand from the pistol, turned and followed Zheng Ya into the courtyard, then turned back to close the gate with a creak.
His words and actions were suspicious, and the middle-aged man's previous gesture of holding a pistol confirmed Zheng Ya's suspicions: he was an enemy agent.
Encountering enemy agents is not a practical matter; reporting it to the police is not an option.
In a split second, Zheng Ya made his decision regarding the secret execution and interrogation. Under the wary gaze of the middle-aged man, he walked to the center of the courtyard. His senses encompassed the entire courtyard; there was no one in the three courtyards. He immediately launched an attack on the middle-aged man: "Cerebral palsy?"
The planned activation of his supernatural ability struck the middle-aged man's brain nerves in the blink of an eye.
Normally, when people with superpowers clash, they each have a certain degree of protection and counterattack capabilities under the protection and warning of their respective superpowers.
However, the ability to judge each other's offensive and defensive capabilities depends on the level of their special abilities and cultivation, as well as their mutual restraint.
Zheng Ya used middle-aged people as guinea pigs to conduct experiments, instead of launching surprise attacks on ordinary people with supernatural abilities.
At dawn, Zheng Ya used up 100 points of his "heartbreak value" to plan how to make Xu Qi's hand cramp.
The effect only caused numbness in Xu Qi's wrist meridians for one minute, after which it automatically recovered.
At this moment, Zheng Ya also consumed 100 points of deceit and activated his planning ability, planning to attack the brain nerves of a middle-aged man with cerebral palsy.
"Ah!" The middle-aged man suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head, dropped the broom, covered his head with his hands, fell to the ground, rolled around and screamed in agony.
The scream wasn't loud; it was just one scream before the middle-aged man lost control, convulsing and vomiting blood.
A cerebral hemorrhage caused a blood vessel to rupture, resulting in pain that eventually ruptured the heart vessel, causing internal bleeding that was then expelled from the mouth and nose.
How terrifying! Zheng Ya was so shocked that he took three big steps back. Was this some kind of joke?
The people underground began to run, making faint footsteps that caught Zheng Ya's keen senses.
How could it be that the people below discovered the situation above?
Terrified, Zheng Ya relied on his special ability to monitor the other party's movements and ran towards the backyard.
The incident happened so suddenly that it couldn't be resolved peacefully.
Even though Zheng Ya had lived three lifetimes without killing a single chicken, the mental shock of killing someone made him unable to control himself, and he knew that he could not back down at this moment.
Whether it's tracking down the murderer to avenge the deceased, or eliminating enemy agents to prevent them from harming innocent people, we cannot simply walk away.
There was no time to call the police; the only option was to face the challenge head-on.
In the underground chamber, eight enemy agents acted separately.
Three of them lost control of the transmitter and immediately packed up the transmitter, preparing to hide it in preparation for dealing with the situation above.
The other three moved the grain sacks, removed the mechanism door in the right corner of the secret room, and cooperated with the three who were sending the message to move the transmitter.
The remaining two, after handing over their pistols, rushed toward the exit of the secret room, trying to investigate what was happening up there.
As for counterattacking or fighting out, there's absolutely no need.
Since no gunshots were heard from above, it didn't seem like a police raid; it was probably just a temporary police check.
This has happened three times already.
The two nervously tried to calm their uneasy emotions as they descended the stairs out of the secret chamber, only to be met with Zheng Ya's swift hand strike: *Whoosh!*
Two quick chops landed on the necks of the two burly men.
The two burly men were startled and retreated, but before they could take a step back, they were knocked unconscious and fell to the ground by Zheng Ya's swift attack.
One of the burly men had his cervical vertebrae shattered by Zheng Ya's hand chop; he died instantly before even falling to the ground.
Another burly man fell into a deep coma.
Zheng Ya inwardly sighed that he hadn't properly managed the physical strength he'd developed with his spacetime ability, but with the boost from his ability, he dashed into the secret passage at a speed of over ten meters per step, attacking the other six people...
"Intruder! Grab your weapons and kill him!" The enemy agent warned, drawing his gun and returning fire...
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